I’m Not Your Hero

If I could empty my head of these thoughts and lay them out several massive gymnasiums would be necessary.

They may be entertaining, but lately a large mesh of dark and colours would be evident. My brain seems to be doing it’s own thang. And that means that my thoughts are all jumpity. Yeah.

Hope your Tuesday has been hopeful.

Tegan and Sara are my buddies for the week I think. They’re helping me a lot.

I should go paint.

All yours and all mine,

Joy

I have a mission for you, go do something FANCY. Anything. Then write it down somewhere (Facebook doesn’t count. Don’t post it on Facebook) and then tell 2 people. Then go do something fancy with them.

Who am I to dare you?

I’m MidnightPulse. Many call me Joy.

Just don’t call me too late.

PS: If you really (by you I mean anyone reading this) do anything by your own definition of ‘fancy’ (any meaning you want, seriously, be creative-or not-fancy can be NOT taking out the trash if you’re a neat person or doing it if you are – seriously guys the bar couldn’t be any lower just do SOMETHING) TELL ME ABOUT IT AND DARE ME BACK. OKAY? OKAY. Pictures are also welcome. Very much welcome. Very. Much.

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I'm drunk off books, stumbling into new worlds constantly. I'm addicted to books, words, art and theatre. My inspiration comes from the moon, life, those I love and the water.
I've been told I need rehab. More than once.
Call me Joy.
[[Pictures posted are not mine unless I state so. Most are found online and I take no credit for]]
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My MidnightPulse

I'm drunk off books, stumbling into new worlds constantly. I'm addicted to books, words, art and theatre. My inspiration comes from the moon, life, those I love and the water.
I've been told I need rehab. More than once.
Call me Joy.
[[Pictures posted are not mine unless I state so. Most are found online and I take no credit for]]